Tis The Season To Be Punk Rock (Crack Fic)

Chapter 1: Gettin Hype For Christmassss

Tré heard intense typing come from Billie's room, and peeked in to she da punk typing away on Facenovel.
"What are--"
Billie twirled around in his chair, and said,
"WE'rE HAVINF A CHRISTMAS PARTY!"
He screeched at Tré.
"I'M INVITING A BUNCH OF PEOPLE!"
Tré looked at the message Billzor was sending. It was sending too..
Fall down boys
My romance is chemical
Twenty one peeplets
Panic at my disco (insert lenny face)
Daniel and Phillip
John Cena
Tré looked at the grinning Billie.
"John cena? Billie why?"
Suddenly Billie got a message, it was da almighty John cena!
"I'll come to ur party."
Said the message, Billie let out a squeal.
"THIS IS GONNA GE GREAT MAN."
Tré slipped out of the room, leaving the party master Billie alone with his gr8 plans.

Billie drove to da Walmart and ran through da Christmassy isles, he looked around and saw a big Christmas tree, he read the bottom.
"9 feet tall.."
He looked up, and grinned.
"ITS PERFECT."
He grabbed the box and tried and lift it. It didn't move a inch. He looked around, hoping no one saw that horrible fail.
"Dammit why must I suck."
He muttered, suddenly he had an idea. He got on top box and tried to push it into his cart, it didn't move.
"WHAT THE FRCK."
He screamed, he heard it echo through the store.
"Oops okay."
He pushed the box. It still didn't move.
"OH MY GOD."
He started to kick it, and shove it.
"FALL INTO THE GODDAM CART."
Billie screeched. He did one last big push, IT STILL DIDNT MOve.
"Um sir."
Billie turned to see a small teen worker staring at him.
"Did u need help with dat?"
Billie glanced from the box to da worker. Da BOI had been staring at him the whole time since he jumped on the box.
"Yes."
Billie said, the two peeps easily got the box into the car and Billie headed deeper into the Christmas section. He got pretty ornaments and sparkly tinsel. He got a bunch of bootiful decoration. He headed for the cashier. She scanned billzors items and she said,
"That'll be 800 dollars."
Billie's eyes went wide. He silently pressed the start button on his car.
"Mike burned all the friccken money."
He whispered to himself, he suddenly pushed his cart out of the store quickly, he heard the blaring beeping things behind as he left the store with his stolen Christmas crap, he dumped his stuff his magic minivan and threw the cart away he jumped in his car, and stepped on the breaks, he was out of Walmart's parking lot and vroomingg down his street. He called Tré.
Tré: Hello
Billie: TRÉ!
Tré:
Tré: What?
Billie: OPEN THE DOOR I JUST STOLE STUFF FROM WALLMART.
Tré:
Tré: *sighs*
Tré: Godammit fine.
Billie whizzed around the corner, and drove into his driveway and saw Tré standing beside their punk rock mansion.
"BILLIE WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?"
He heard Tré shout.
"I HAD TOO. HELP ME CARRY THE TREE!"
Tré sighed, and they brought in their Christmas stuff.